Fourteen.

"I passed?" Freddie's jaw hit the floor. "I actually passed?"

They had just gotten the results of the intern exams, and Freddie had passed. What he didn't know was that he had gotten the highest mark out of all the interns on the hospital. He was fixated on the fact he had passed, and he was going to be a resident!

All his nerves, they were for nothing. Sam was right, he had studied enough, and he had passed. His career had just moved on a little bit more.

"Well done Freddie," Grace smiled. She too, had passed with flying colours. The room was full of happy interns, though there was a handful of distressed faces, on interns who had failed and didn't know what the future held for them.

"You too Grace," He nodded, and fished in the pocket of his blue scrubs for his phone. Freddie hit number one on his speed dial, something he'd changed only days previously. The number itself never had a contact attached to it, for the past five years at least.

"Hello?" Sam's voice buzzed down the line.

"Hey Sam." Freddie began, is voice trembling with excitement. He could hardly hold it in, being a doctor was all he wanted after all.

"Did you get the results?" Sam spoke before he could continue. "Am I speaking to Dr Fredward Benson, resident now?"

Freddie ignored the fact she used his full name, and laughed. "Yeah, I passed."

"I know you would." He could almost see Sam smile. "I've got news too."

"Oh yeah?" He said, curious.

"I applied for that social worker course, and I got it."

"Seriously?" Freddie gasped. "Sam, thats fantastic!" Things were looking up for them, they really were. Sam was going to make an amazing social worker.

"I'm pretty excited."

"You should be," Freddie said into the handset. "I'm so proud of you."

"I'm more proud of you. Freddie, you're a freaking doctor!"

"Like I wasn't before?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll correct myself, you're a resident now." Sam replied, her tone one of laughter.

"When's your course starting?" Freddie inquired, his mind whirling. He had a idea.

"Not for another three weeks, why?"

"I've got all of next week off, so I think its time for my surprise." Freddie said, recalling the conversation they'd had in the coffee shop.

"What would this surprise be?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"I hate surprises Freddie, you know I do."

"You'll love this one," He reassured her. "I promise."

"I'll trust you," Sam replied. "Are you going to be home soon?"

"In the next few hours," Freddie answered. "Start packing."

"For what?"

"My surprise, we're leaving in the morning."

"Now I'm curious."

"And I'm not telling," Freddie laughed. "I have to go, but I'll talk to you later?"

"I'll see you then."

"I love you," Freddie said, about to move the phone from his ear.

"Love you too Frednub."

/

"Seriously Freddie, tell me where we're going!" Sam said as she walked alongside Freddie, her hand in his, their fingers tightly intertwined.. They had flown out from Seattle that morning, Freddie preventing her from finding out where they were going through various blind folds, ear plugs and his hands.

"Nope," Freddie was enjoying the control he had over his wife at that very second. She had no idea where they were, or where they were going. Sam always liked to be the one in charge, so it was a refreshing change for Freddie himself.

"Freddie, don't make me hit you."Sam said seriously.

"You can't hit me, you're tiny." He retorted.

"Don't make fun of the fact puberty wasn't good to me."

"Oh, it was good to you." Freddie breathed in her ear, causing her to giggle uncharacteristically. "Just in other ways."

"I'm going to hit you, if you don't tell me where we are." Sam repeated her earlier threat. She hated not knowing where she was going. Sam had never been one for surprises, she had almost killed Carly when the other girl arranged a surprise party for her sixteenth.

What she had said back then still stood now, thirteen years later, 'Mama doesn't like surprises.'

"I can show you instead," Freddie untied the blindfold he had forced on Sam, and pulled it from her eyes, showing her exactly where they were.

The two of them were standing in front of a white chapel, a chapel that seemed to glow in the bright sun of the early morning. Sam could faintly hear the wedding march playing in the church, and the arch that stood in front of the building looked all too familiar.

"Is this..?" Sam's jaw dropped. This was the church where they'd gotten married, way back when they were nineteen. It looked the very same, aside from a bit of flaking paint on the corners of the building, something that could only be caused by the weather.

"Yeah," Freddie nodded, smiling at the sparkle that had fully returned to her eyes. There was the Sam he knew and loved. "Don't you realize what date it is?"

It dawned on Sam there and then, as they stood together in the bright sun of the Las Vegas morning. "Its the twenty third of June."

Freddie leaned down to kiss her gently, both of their faces had smiles plastered across them. They stayed like that for a few seconds, smiling into each other, before Freddie spoke.

"Happy tenth anniversary Sam."

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Author"s Note: So much fluff, my teeth hurt! But, there you have it. This story is done, finished, finally completed. There was an epilogue, but I lost it when my laptop went bust, and I honestly prefer ending it here.

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